Desert Dogs

I don’t know what bothers me more:

• Mike Pelfrey’s perfecting his impression of a batting practice machine over his last four games
• Jose Reyes’ obvious rust in the field
• Four hits and one run against the third worst bullpen in major league history
• Fernando Nieve’s gopher ball that killed three people in the second deck
• The fact that all this happened against Arizona

F***ing Arizona!

Yeah, they’re a better team at home than on the road, but “better at home” meant 21-25.  And not only do the Mets go in and lose, they get crunched 12-3.  To Arizona.

The Diamondbacks are now managed by Kirk Gibson, who has obviously made it his life’s work to kick me in the nuts repeatedly … starting with Game 4 in 1988 when it was 18 degrees and he hit a dinger off Roger McDowell to win that game while I was in the upper deck trying to figure out a way to hang myself off it.  And now he’s returned to finish the job.

Well, so much for a late inning victory serving as a jumping point to team bonding and a winning streak.  And so much for having Reyes and Beltran and Castillo in the same lineup providing a “boost” or a “jump start” against the likes of Ian Kennedy, who last I checked wasn’t Tim Lincecum, Barry Zito, Matt Cain or Johnathan Sanchez.  Buzzwords, as we all know, are a crock of s**t.  Much like what the race in the N.L. East is becoming.

F***ing Kirk Gibson.